ll see it removed; and then he shall have the
grapes. Now I will go and prepare his coffee." With a curtsey, after
the fashion of Worms gentility, she withdrew. But an under-servant
brought me my coffee; and with her I could not exchange a word: she
spoke in such an execrable patois. I went to bed early, weary, and
depressed. I must have fallen asleep immediately, for I never heard any
one come to arrange my bed-side table; yet in the morning I found that
every usual want or wish of mine had been attended to.

I was wakened by a tap at my door, and a pretty piping child's voice
asking, in broken German, to come in. On giving the usual permission,
Thekla entered, carrying a great lovely boy of two years old, or
thereabouts, who had only his little night-shirt on, and was all flushed
with sleep. He held tight in his hands a great cluster of muscatel and
noble grapes. He seemed like a little Bacchus, as she carried him
towards me with an expression of pretty loving pride upon her face as
she looked at him. But when he came close to me--the grim, wasted,
unshorn--he turned quick away, and hid his face in her neck, still
grasping tight his bunch of grapes. She spoke to him rapidly and softly,
coaxing him as I could tell full well, although I could not follow her
words; and in a minute or two the little fellow obeyed her, and turned
and stretched himself almost to overbalancing out of her arms, and
half-dropped the fruit on the bed by me. Then he clutched at her again,
burying his face in her kerchief, and fastening his little fists in her
luxuriant hair.

[Illustration p. 129: He seemed like a little Bacchus.]

"It is my master's only boy," said she, disentangling his fingers with
quiet patience, only to have them grasp her braids afresh. "He is my
little Max, my heart's delight, only he must not pull so hard. Say his
'to-meet-again,' and kiss his hand lovingly, and we will go." The
promise of a speedy departure from my dusky room proved irresistible;
he babbled out his Aufwiedersehen, and kissing his chubby hand, he was
borne away joyful and chattering fast in his infantile half-language. I
did not see Thekla again until late afternoon, when she brought me in
my coffee. She was not like the same creature as the blooming, cheerful
maiden whom I had seen in the morning; she looked wan and careworn,
older by several years.

"What is the matter, Thekla?" said I, with true anxiety as to what might
have befallen my good, fait